Buy My Old Textbooks -

"The bookstore didn't survive what I did," Elias muttered. "Just take them. Consider it a scholarship."

(e.g., the books are haunted, they contain a map) buy my old textbooks

"Fifty bucks for the lot," Elias said, sliding a heavy, canvas bag across the table. "The bookstore didn't survive what I did," Elias muttered

Leo blinked. "The bookstore wants four hundred for these used." Leo blinked

The flyer was taped to the library's glass door, edges curled by the humidity. it screamed in blocky, desperate Sharpie. Underneath, a list of titles was scrawled, mostly Organic Chemistry and Advanced Calculus—the kind of books that usually end up as expensive paperweights or bonfire starters.

Leo hauled the bag back to his dorm. When he cracked open the Calculus tome, he didn't find just numbers. Between the pages were tucked-away treasures: a pressed wildflower at Chapter 4, a coffee-stained receipt from a diner that no longer existed, and meticulous margins filled with notes that weren't about math.